Heartbreak High (1994–1999): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

Hurry up, Nick. Con's waiting.

Yeah, mate, what's wrong with you?
Mate, what's taking you so long?

Yeah. I'm coming.

Quit hassling me, all right?

Yeah, when this year?

Spends more time in the bathroom
than your mother.

I'll have one, thanks, Auntie Irini.
No jam, thanks. Ta.

Con?

-Hey, Effie, how are you, little tiger?
-Good.

Is he still in there?
-Yep.

-Yep.
-Slow motion, that's what he is.



He needs a fast motion kick
up the backside.

And you should go to bed.

I should have a shower!
-What, you got night shift this week?

Poser.

Placa Auto Parts, how can I help you?

Nick, will you hurry up, please?

All right, I'm coming.

Yeah, sorry, man. I can't help you there.

No, ta.

-Wrong number.
-You win some, you lose some.

How do I look? You like?

I like.

Come on, quick.
What's been taking you so long?

You know what I think?
I think a couple of years in the army.



The discipline, the simple life,

will do you and you, Con,
particularly, a lot of good.

Now, get out. Come on, out!

Nick, will you hurry up, man? I don't want
to be late for the first day back.

What's the hurry?
Nothing will have changed.

-There might be some hot new chicks there.
-You galah, I doubt it.

New teachers to stir?

Mate, with our luck,

we'll probably end up with some
fat old boiler with a mustache.

Yeah.

Come on, Con, I want to see
this beast move, all right?

Take it easy, man,
I've only got two points left.

Here she is.

Darling, this is dreadful.

I'm going to miss you all day.

Take care.
-All right.

-Ciao papa.
-Ciao.

And don't go too fast.

God. I'm done.

Bye.
-Ciao. Ciao. Ciao.

All right.

Hey! Danielle!
-How's it goin'?

Oi, don't forget the radio.
-Yeah, I know, I know?

Come on, jump in.
Let's get out of here. Let's go.

Woo-hoo!

You two, cut it out. Come on!

d I've got to know d

d I'm walking round, and you will find d

d Who sanctified your alibi d

d Save me and you will sanctify... d

Hey, you lost, baby?

Where are you going?
You need some directions?

-My name is Nick. What's yours?
-Ciao bella!

How're you doing? My name's Steve.

Muah!

Don't worry about this guy.
He's Italian. He can't help himself.

Man, I'm a nice guy.
-So what're you doing tonight?

Hey, gorgeous.

Gonna give us your phone number?
Come on, I'll ring you up tonight.

Give us the last three digits, then?

Come on, give me a postcode.
Give me something.

Hey, she's beautiful.

I'm in love with this woman.

Bye.
-Bye, beautiful.

Mwah!

-Look who it is. Look who it is.
-What?

You followed us here, didn't you?
Didn't you?

-Are you a teacher, miss?
-Yeah, I am.

I still want your phone number.
-Welcome to hell, teacher.

-How long do you reckon she'll last?
-Two weeks, mate.

Hey, miss, what do you teach?
-English and history.

-Are you going to teach me?
-Shut up, Steve.

You give special classes
after school, miss?

Yeah, I do, in fact. Detention.

Ooh, baby, I love you. Muah!

Baby, I love you.

Hey, how's the new chick teacher?

Looks better that the last one.

Yeah, this one got a nice bum.

Shut up, idiot.
-Shut up, you idiot.

Steve, mate, how was your holidays?

I had to go up to Cairns, mate.

They were pretty boring, actually,
saw the relatives.

And how about you, Chaka?
I bet you're excited to be back?

She's spewing.

Hasn't stopped talking about it
since yesterday.

-What?
-She's in love.

-Shut up!
-Who's the lucky man, Chaka?

Hey, Rose? With who?

His name's Brett, he's 23,

and he's a bass guitarist
with Strangled Rhythm.

-Strangled what?
-Strangled Rhythm!

They're one of the biggest bands
in New Zealand. They're here on tour.

Is that right?
Are we going to see him or what?

And how's the gym rat?

Woo!

-Shut up!
-A bit of power in that. Ooh.

Been pumping a bit of iron.

-Enough to keep you in line.
-Yeah!

-You look like it.
-Yeah.

-Excuse me. Sorry.
-Sorry.

Hello.

Hi. I'm Yola Fatoush.

-Hello, Christina Milano.
-Hi, I'm Graham.

Nice to meet you.
-So, you're the sacrificial lamb?

Don't worry about him.
He's lost it.

-So, what are you teaching?
-English and history.

-What about you?
-Well I'm ten periods of PD and careers,

and the rest of the time
I'm the school counsellor.

So, listen, if you want to know about
any of the best coffee shops,

ask me, and my office
is just down this corridor.

-Okay? So you pop in any time, all right?
-Thanks.

All right, everybody.

Quiet!

Crawler!

Here we go, this should be
as exciting as vomiting.

Good morning.

I'd like to start by welcoming you
all back here to Hartley High.

That's Heartbreak High to us veterans.

I think at, at this point,
it's day one, term one.

It's timely to remember that teaching
is like gardening.

It consists as much of planting seeds...

...as it does of pulling weeds.
-As it does of pulling weeds.

But before we begin our year
of pedagogical horticulture,

I've got a few administrative matters here
I've got to deal with.

Listen, do yourself a favor.
Have a nap, you'll miss nothing.

Right. Point one.

Balls in the playground.

-Hey, good pass, mate.
-Thanks.

-What's your name?
-Jack, I'm new.

I'm Nick. Do you want to play?

-Yeah, all right.
-Play soccer? Come on.

-We're running that way.
-Okay.

Come on.

Yeah, that's it.

Come on, Jack, pass it.

Check it out, fellas.

Looks like the wog ball team's got
a new recruit.

Looks like
someone's playing ping pong, buddy.

Shut your face, Rivers, you moron.

Yeah, go stick your head under a bus.

Danielle, sweetheart,
if I had a head like yours, I would.

Good one, mate.
-Ooh!

Hey, hey. Watch this. Watch this.

-What are you laughing at, socket head?
-Nothing.

Give me the ball, man. Give me the ball.

Hey, come on, Jack.

Come on, you gutless slope.
Give me the ball.

-Don't worry about him, he's a moron.
-Come on, grab the ball.

Give me the ball!

Fight!
-Give me the ball now! Now!

Come on, let's do it.

Give me the ball.
-Fight!

Give me the ball now, buddy.
Now, buddy, now!

You'll keep, mate, you'll keep.

What is he doing?

Thanks a lot.
-You're a crawler.

It's not my fight, man.
-Crawler.

You're a wimp, man.
-Hey, shut up, all right.

Relax, it's not his fight.

This is our fight.

Hey, look what I've got?

-What do you think you're trying to pull?
-Your chain, greaseball.

Hey, watch me,
watch my great wog ball.

Hey, Connie, you kicked a goal.
Give us a kiss. Mwah. Mwah!

You're my beautiful
little boosty boy, aren't you?

Give us a kiss.

Fight! Fight!

Give me the ball.

You're a bunch of fairies, mate.
You're a bunch of fairies.

And at this point, I'd like to introduce
a new member of staff.

Our new hand in the English department,
Christina Milano.

Stand up, please, Christina.

Here we go.
They're starting early this year.

Nick Poulos,
in the thick of it, of course.

I'll take care of this.

Get off him! Get off him!
Leave him alone! Get off him!

That's your English class.

So, how're you feeling?

Like I'm about to be fed to the lions.

Relax, you'll be fine. I promise.

Hey, how are you, miss?
-Slow down!

Hey, how's the human computer, man?

-Hey, how are you, sassy?
-How's it going?

-You need someone to show you around?
-No.

-You sure? You in my class?
-I hope not.

-Anyway, my name's Nick Poulos.
-Good for you.

-She'll keep.
-Sure, mate.

-Hey, hey! miss. How's it going?
-How are you, gorgeous?

-Is this Room 27?
-Yeah, it is.

-Step right in.
-Thanks.

Room 27.
-Ooh, yeah!

Quiet, everyone!

Quiet, everyone, we've got a new teacher!

Hey, hey. How are you?

Please. Excuse me.

Hey, we've got a new teacher, everyone.

A bit of quiet, thanks, miss?
-Yes, siree.

Straight this way, thank you.
Your table is right there.

Whooping.
-Good morning.

Got your table right here.
Wipe the board off.

Yep. There we are.

Okay, class, would you please turn
to page 21, chapter 3?

I don't know what the topic is,
but just turn to that page.

Thank you very much.

Guys, can I have you sitting
in your seats, please?

Come on, let's sit down.

-Can I have you sitting in your seats?
-Yes, miss.

She's nice?

Hey, miss? Miss? What's your name?

Can you sit in your seats, please?

Miss Sit In Your Seats Please?
That's a funny name.

Quiet!

Ms. Milano.

Good morning, Ms. Milano?

-Morning.
-Are you married, miss?

I don't think
that's any of your business, do you?

Come on, miss, you can tell us.

-We're your class?
-All right, settle down?

-Settle down.
-Settle down, everyone settle down.

Settle down.

All right. Now?

Shh. Come on.

Now I'm going to have most of you
for both English and Modern History.

All right!

All right, all right?

So I think we should?

I think we should try and learn to
get along with one another. Okay?

We'll get along just fine, miss,
don't worry.

Can I have a bit of silence while
I mark the roll, please?

"Quiet while I mark the roll, please.
Quiet."

"Everyone quiet"

Quiet!

"Quiet for the roll."

You are behaving like a bunch
of five-year-olds,

and not very bright ones at that.

Ooh?

Okay, um, Alan Bolton?

Could you answer when
I call your name, please?

Bolton! Bolton!

Um, Con Bordino?

Okay, yeah, yeah.

Con Bordino?

I think he's a little busy
at the moment, miss.

Do you want to call back in five minutes?

Could you put that away, please?

I'll be with you in a minute.

Look, I can't talk now.
-Excuse me.

Okay? I can't talk. Right, bye, ciao.

What do you think you're doing?

Right. Selling car parts.

Maybe you need something for your bomb?

Look, I've got stereo systems, mag wheels.

-I've got- - I've got everything you want.
-I'm trying to mark the roll.

Right. Con Bordino. Right, there we go.

I'm here, miss.

-I'm here. Yes.
-Okay, um? Truc Diem?

Truck!

Miss, that's pronounced "Trook."

Yeah, it rhymes with "gook."

-Quiet!
-Yeah, shut up, you psycho pig!

You shut up!

Miss?

I said everybody.

Okay. Rosette Malouf?

That's Rose, miss.

-Would you just answer your name, please?
-Yes, miss.

Um, Van Dhosa?

Van, truck.
Sounds like a bit of a garage in here.

-Doesn't it, miss?
-That's not funny.

I've had just about enough of you.

Sorry.

Jack? Jack Tran?

Tram, van, truck?
What are you..?

Would you settle down?

Settle down. Settle down.

Miss, send him to the office.

Send him to the office.

Send him to Mr. Deloraine's office, miss.

Settle down!
Could I have you sitting down, Con?

Send him to Mr. Deloraine's office, miss.

Would you sit down?

Settle down, settle down.

Okay, that's enough.
Come on, Rivers.

Settle down.
-Bolton, sit down now.

Bordino, sit down.

-Back to your seat, quickly.
-Yes, sir.

Have you finished marking the roll,
Ms. Milano?

No, I haven't quite yet.

Okay, I'll come back in five minutes.

All right, um, Danielle Miller.

Yes, miss.

-Peter Rivers?
-I prefer Canal, miss.

"Quiet! You're behaving like
a bunch of five-year-olds,

and not very bright ones at that."

Got no idea, has she?

I even feel sorry for her in a way.

Hey, it's probably her first job.

What about her clothes? What a dag!

I don't know.
I think she's kind of cute in a way.

And so do all the guys.

I mean, did you see the way they were all
drooling over her?

Don't remind me.

You wait till I see Steve later.
I'm going to give him heaps about it.

-Yeah, and so you should.
-Yeah.

What do you reckon?

About what?

About the new teacher.

I don't know.

She's just trying to be like
the rest of them.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I think you've got a really cool class.

But I know what it's like being new,
not knowing anyone.

Must be fate, I reckon.

Your locker's right next to mine.

Yeah, great.

Catch you later.

-He's like a performing seal, isn't he?
-He sure is.

You're not wrong there.
-Too right.

-So, how'd you go?
-Good.

They're hard, aren't they, that group?

Have you had them?

Yeah. Most of them
at various times over the years.

Look, um, if you want to talk
or have coffee, or anything like--

Thanks, I'm fine.

You still here?
-Very funny, Bill.

Just a little word of advice
about Nick, Rivers and co...

You're either the hammer or the anvil.
You get my drift?

Hammer or the anvil?

What did you have for play lunch, Bill?
Year seven?

-I thought you'd learn from it.
-It's pathetic man, I don't...

Would you get on with your worksheets now!

Is it going to get us a job,
is it, miss?

No, but it could be good practice
for filling out our dole forms,

wouldn't it, Ms. Milano?

Look, I am trying to help you.
Can't you see that?

What is the point in blowing
all your chances?

Are you going to save us
from being losers?

Well, yeah, if you put it like that,
yes, I'm going to try.

Who are you calling a loser?

Look, I didn't call you a loser, Con.

With overtime, my dad clears 600 bucks
a week at a factory.

How much do you do?

Look, it's not the point.
-Answer the question!

It's not the point. Look, if you do well
at school, you have opportunities.

Yeah, opportunities to do a loser's job
like teaching.

What? Come on. It's funny. It's funny.

You are behaving like a bunch of animals!

She's coming!

Let's get out of here. Let's go! Let's go!

Okay, that's topic number one today.

If you can all write that down
in your books.

In chapter number three,
we discussed

-the enormous amount of energy?
-Psst, psst!

?that's radiated from the sun.

-How does energy travel through space?
-Psst!

-Psst!
-Is it that lots of matter, i.e particles?

Or does it travel as waves?

Go away.

No.
-Now, many, many years ago...

these cliffs were much further out to sea.

Now, the waves have worn them away
so that it's now in its present position,

with pieces of the cliff
lying broken at its base.

Now, topic number two...

is going to be natural disasters.

There's one outside the window, sir.

Beg your pardon?

A natural disaster outside the window.

Sir.

Disaster's an understatement.

Catastrophe's probably more appropriate,
in this case.

Go on, you stupid goat,
get back to your class.

Okay, if you could all open your books
to page 475,

we'll continue on with the lesson.

Hey, get your feet
off the table, boofhead.

What's the matter with you, Ruby?

Don't Ruby me.

I bet your father'd stick his size 10
right up your backside

if you did that at home.

Yeah, well, my father doesn't live
at home anymore, does he?

I'm not surprised.

Hey, what about that two bucks you owe me?

I'll pay you tomorrow, Ruby,
I haven't got any mon--

No, no, no. Now, listen.
You said that yesterday.

Yeah, I'll pay you tomorrow,
I promise, okay?

Listen, you're not getting any more credit
till you pay me, understand?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

I want to talk to you for a second.

What?
-What? What's up, Nick? What?

-Don't tell me you haven't got any money.
-We're broke too.

I don't want your money, all right?
Listen, you know that new girl, Jodie?

-Yeah?
-Rose, it's your shot.

You were talking to her before,
weren't you?

Yeah, so?

-So what's she into?
-Why?

-Why do you think?
-What's it worth?

Come on, man, I want to play.

-If it was a guy, I'd help you out.
-Have your shot.

-Relax, will you?
-She didn't really say.

-What'd you talk about?
-School, teachers, stuff.

Is that it?

She writes music.
-Excuse me.

So she's into music?

-Suppose.
-All right, thank you.

How's it going?

Okay, until you came along.

I hear you're into music?

So am I.
-Yeah? What?

-Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam.
-I thought so.

Yeah? You're into
that sort of stuff, are you?

No. It makes me want to throw up.

So, how would you feel about
going out sometime?

Same way I feel about your music.

Hey, get off the road.
Dad's going to kill you.

G'day, little spunk, how's it going?

-G'day, Con.
-Ooh.

Hey, what's this?

I like them.
They're bloody hot, you know that?

-Mom doesn't like them.
-Yeah?

She says I'm too young to wear jewelry.
-Is that right?

You leave it to me,
I'll fix it up for you. Okay?

All right. Good girl. There we are.

Auntie Irini, look, don't you reckon
these bangles are mad?

I don't like them,
they're too old for her.

No, don't worry about it.

Look, all the little chicks
in her class have got them.

Yeah? How would you know that?

Soula's got millions of them.
They come down her arm.

Well, in that case, in that case...

you can keep them.

And you,

such a good talker, I reckon
you could sell anything to anyone.

Ice cream to the Eskimos.

-Olives to the Greeks.
-Thanks, mate.

So, how was school today?

School is school.

Listen?

Whatever happened to
man's thirst for knowledge.

Science? Maths? History?

You only get one opportunity.
Don't blow it.

-Right.
-Right.

Okay, guys?

Miss Fatoush has asked me to give you all
these job information sheets?

to fill out and bring to your careers
period tomorrow afternoon.

Hey, miss?

Do we get to find out
who put down for what job?

No, she told me to remind you
that they're strictly confidential.

Miss?

Miss, there are a couple
of jobs missing here.

Like an aerobics instructor?

Yeah, an aerobics instructor, Danielle.

-And one, two?
-I'll smash you.

Come on, guys.
Discuss it quietly, please?

How come it's not down here anyway, miss?

Well, just put it down on your sheet.

Excuse me, miss? Medical Practitioner?

You've got to be joking, right?

There's no one in this room
brainy enough to be a doctor.

Come on, you don't know that.

Look, I know everyone here,
and there's no way.

-You don't know Jack.
-Yeah, you don't know Jack.

What? You reckon you could be a doctor?

Maybe.

You, a doctor? What a joke!

At least I'm going to try.
You're just a whinger.

Okay, cool it, you two.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Just what I said. Don't you understand?

Well, I'll tell you what I do understand.

There's no jobs
'cause they've all been taken by slopes.

Look, Peter, I don't want to hear
any more of that kind of thing.

It's not true!

A lot of people from my country
can't get jobs at all.

My father's lucky,
he has a job as a cleaner.

In Vietnam, he was a doctor.

Is that what they call them
over there, is it?

My toilet bowl is the healthiest
in all of Vietnam.

Take that back!

Are you going to make me?
-Take it back.

Sit down, both of you.
-You going to make me?

-Take it back.
-Are you going to make me?

Peter, I want you
sitting down. Get back to your seat.

Are you? Are you going to make me?

If I have to.

I want you both to sit down.

Fight! Fight!

Okay, break it up!

Shut your face, man.

Break it up! That's enough.

I'm going to kill you.

Get back to your seats.
-You're dead.

Back to your seats and sit down.

Rivers, back to your seat.

-Slope.
-Back to your seat.

Sit down!
Van, sit down.

Now, I could hear that noise
from outside the building.

If this sort of behavior was to continue,
I'd have to call each of your parents,

ask them to come down here for a meeting

so we could discuss the fact
that you're wasting teaching time.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes.
-Yes, sir.

Okay.

I'll expect a dramatic improvement
in the near future.

Thank you.

Bloody Bill?

He's such an interfering bad smell.

Come on, don't blame him.
-Come on.

It's not him, he only interfered
because I couldn't handle the situation.

It's so humiliating.

So what are you going to do? Start crying?

I have absolutely no idea.
I have no idea what to do next.

Can I say something?

What do you think the kids see
when Bill comes into the room?

I don't know. I guess they see a man.

-He's an authority figure.
-Right. And why do you think that is?

-He's so sure of himself.
-Actually,

he's a big boofhead
with a rather large mouth.

But what you see is what you get.

And the kids pick up on it every time.

But if you try to be something you're not,
they'll have--

What do you mean?
Do you think that I'm putting on an act?

Look, I don't know what you've been doing,

but you're new,
and we all make the same mistakes.

I don't understand how you could be
a doctor in one country,

and then come here
and be a toilet cleaner, you know?

The same whatever country you're from,
you've got to start from the bottom.

-That's right.
-It doesn't matter who you are.

-She's right.
-But it's not really fair.

Fair? What's fair?
You know, this man's a hard worker.

He's educated.

Once he gets a grip on the language,
he's going to be a doctor again.

Peter Rivers been
picking on Jack?

Yeah.

-Have you been fighting again?
-No.

I bet he has.
-Shh.

Yeah, well, listen, you make sure
you stay right out of it, all right?

-Okay?
-Yeah, all right. All right.

-Cause--
-It's pretty hard not to do anything.

Listen, you've been warned already.

Next time, you're going to end up
getting suspended.

Then you're the one
that's going to end up the cleaner.

But for the rest of your life.

-Come off it.
-You come off it.

Listen, the best thing you can do for Jack
is just be a good friend to him. Okay?

And please, stay out of trouble.

You're going to pay for this.

Right!

-Oi! Jack, man, don't do it.
-Let go!

Hey. What's going on?

Is that your bag?

Right, you and you.
Mr. Deloraine's office now!

Now!

See ya!

So, you didn't see who did it?
-No, sir.

When you came along
the bag was already on fire?

Yes, sir.

It must have been a pretty short time
Jack was in the toilet.

How do you think it was
you didn't see anybody?

I've got no idea, sir.

Come off it, son.
It's as plain as the nose on your face,

you were the one who did it.

Mr. Brown said Jack here
was about to get stuck into you.

Why would he do that
if you weren't the culprit?

He doesn't like me, sir.

I'll have to call your parents in
for a meeting on this, Peter.

It may be that a suspension's in order.
In the meantime,

you're on a daily report
from every teacher.

-Ooh, hoo.
-Get back here.

Also, from today, you'll be on detention
instead of sport, okay?

Now, get to your class, both of you.

You and me have got
a lot of unfinished business, slope.

Yeah, and I'm ready to finish it.

-After school.
-See you there then, mate.

Mate, Jack. I reckon
you should sneak up on him, mate,

take him off-guard.

-This isn't your fight, Con.
-Surprise him.

It's mine, all right?
None of your business.

-Mate, you need some backup.
-I don't need anything.

-Back up, mate. What are you gonna do?
-He's gonna have mates there.

What are you going to do
when he throws a punch at you?

Whoa!

-Where'd you learn that?
-Take it easy, Jack. Back off, Jack.

Let him go, Jack.

Stupid.

So you're really going
to go through with it?

I have to.
If I don't, he'll just keep on pushing.

Laters, all right.
Look, I want to say I'm sorry, okay?

I'm not going to hassle you anymore.
All right?

That sounds cool to me.

I know I made a bit of a dick of myself.

You said it, I didn't.

I'm sorry, all right? Once and for all.

Hey, if you want some advice,
for what it's worth,

don't try so hard.

Hey, Rivers? Prepare to die, mate.

-Jack's a hot fighter.
-Crap.

He is, mate.
He's going to cream you, mate.

-And we're going to be there.
-Yeah, crap, mate.

You're gonna die, Rivers.

Peter? Can I have a word with you
before you go, please?

-What about, miss?
-Look, I'll tell you in a minute.

-I've got to catch a bus.
-It won't take a minute. Jack?

Can I see you for a second?

Can I ask you
a question, please?

Is it true that you two are going to
have a fight this afternoon?

-No. What gives you that idea?
-No, miss.

I saw you leaving
Mr. Deloraine's office this morning.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, you seemed pretty hostile
towards one another.

No, miss.

Me and Jack are good buddies.
Aren't we, mate?

For sure.

Stay cool, miss.
Try not to worry so much?

-I'll see you later, miss.
-Bye, Jack.

d Some people need life d

d And some kind of love d

d The never learn how to love... d

Man, you are gonna kill this guy.

Yeah, shouldn't be a problem.

Yeah, just get a lucky one in.

Mate, you know me and Johnno are
right behind you. No worries.

d Some people live life d

d Some others explode d

d Most of them don't mind d

d Most of them don't know d

d I've got a crush... d

Excu--

Well, what are you waiting for?

Looks like I'm going to have to
start then, doesn't it?

Come on!

Yeah! Not a problem!

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

Anybody?

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Please, someone!

Come on. Knock his head off.

Come on!

What do you think you're doing?

Stop it! Stop it!

Peter! Jack!

Peter, stop it!

Get off me.

How's your form, Nick?

Are you all right, miss?

Boys?

Hi, sir.
-Morning.

Morning.
-Good morning.

Here comes the woman basher.

Shut up, you wanker.

How does it feel, Poulos?

Just shut up. You are all
as bad as each other.

Yeah, you stupid idiots.

What about Miss?
Have you bothered to think about her?

I wonder if she'll come back.

Here? You've got to be kidding.
Why would she?

-Look, it was an accident, all right?
-Yeah?

It wouldn't have happened if you weren't
trying to show how tough you are.

Yeah? And what were you doing there?

I didn't see you trying
to break up the fight.

I reckon you were all enjoying it.
-Yeah, heaps.

Okay, class, let's sit down in your seats.

Settle down.

Now, Ms. Milano is running
late this morning,

so I am going to mark the roll.

Okay, Alan?

-Chaka?
-Yeah.

-Rose?
-Yeah.

-Van?
-Yeah,

-Danielle?
-Yo.

-Eric?
-Yeah.

Good morning, Ms. Milano.

Good morning, Mr. Southgate.

I think I can take over from now.

And what happened to you?

While I was playing squash last night,

I got hit with my partner's racket.

That was silly of you, wasn't it?

Maybe you should think about
taking up something else.

If you could just give me
a minute, please?

-Miss?
-Sit down, Nick.

-Please? I just want to say--
-I just want you to sit in your seat.

All right, about yesterday afternoon.

As far as I'm concerned, it's in the past.
It's finished.

And I'd like us all to make a new start.

But I will say this.

I don't care who you are,
or where you're from

or what language you speak,
or what color you are, I don't care.

I will not tolerate you physically
or verbally harassing any other person.

And that includes me.

Do I make myself clear?

All right.

Now, where did Mr. Southgate
get up to in the roll?

Okay.

-Danielle?
-Yep.

-Steve?
-Here.

Chaka?

-Jack?
-Here, miss.

Nick?

Here, miss.

-Jodie?
-Here.

-Con?
-Here.

-Peter?
-Yeah.

See you later, guys.
See you tomorrow.

Let's go, man.

Coming with us?